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Once the children were ready, I turned my attention to myself.

Tonight was important, and I wanted to feel like my best self, despite the many thoughts swirling in my mind.

I slipped into a long, tailored coat of deep crimson wool, the fabric soft and heavy, keeping the cold at bay.

Underneath, I wore a simple yet elegant black dress, the fabric clinging to my form in just the right way, with a high neckline and sleeves that flared at the wrists.

My boots were black, sleek, and practical, made for walking through snowy streets but stylish enough for the evening's plans.

Tranced in the mirror, adjusting the fur trimmed hood of my coat.

My reflection stared back at me, calm and composed, though beneath the surface, my heart fluttered with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite name.

My lips were painted a soft shade of red, matching the coat, and I had let my hair fall loosely around my shoulders, a soft wave catching the light.

With the children in tow, we left the house, the cold winter air nipping at our cheeks as we made our way through the snow-covered streets.

The city was alive with the spirit of Christmas-twinkling colored lights draped over storefronts, evergreen wreaths adorning every door, and the smell of roasting chestnuts drifting through the air. Snowflakes fell softly, landing on our coats and hair, dusting the ground like sugar.

As we passed through the park on our way to the restaurant, something caught Shirlika's attention.

"Mummy, look!" she exclaimed, tugging at my hand.

gaze and saw it-a beautiful wishing pool, nestled in the heart of

clear, shimmering as though tiny stars had fallen from

the center, holding a water bottle, from which a gentle stream of water poured, as though

a certain magic for

snowy evening, it seemed

casting a soft glow on the

snowflakes that fell did not melt but

pool, their eyes closed, hands clasped together in prayer or hope, making their wishes

a wish too!" Shirlika cried, letting go of my

wait! Don't run!" Sherlock called after her, his usual calm demeanor

Shirlika, ever the adventurous spirit, had already closed her eyes, her hands pressed together as she whispered

the cold air.

had followed suit, his eyes closed,

their moment, though I couldn't help but feel a

stood by this very pool, hands clasped in the same way, wishing fervently for the chance to meet

had never come true, of course. Life had taken me in directions I could never have predicted, and the

make their own

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wish. Dad would appear beside me," Shirlika whispered, her voice barely audible as snowflakes settled on

from the cold, but her wish was clear, pure, and

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